Woven of experience… (Ready, yet not prepared…) The truth is, this is just another belief woven of only the thoughts of my experience. A lifetime, and I finally find my balance. It is the hope of my true spirit (and yours and yours and yours and yours) to dance with one another (and another and another and another and another and another and another, in my belief). I move into the spirit and the whole lot of dancers seems to know something that I don’t and that I cannot know until something happens... (What?) I don’t know. (Oh. Right, that’s what you said, huh?) In a way, yes… My dance with the spirit and my ideas of Love and love, and a diminishing number of fears, brings me to be able to have my belief and believe it too. I couldn’t believe in anything but Love, otherwise I’d not have recognized that I'm blind to who I am, sightless to the fact that all this is purposeful, (everyone and me and this, our spirited belief.) Only I am not giving it purpose, you are. I...